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Spinning fairytales from past memories enveloping pale moonlight in silky waters. there is no stopping when you let your words flow. use a punctuation and just carry on. its's like a marathon you see. you sun and then you stop to scratch your knee and you lose that momentum forever. forever is as long as three minutes but it still feels like -
SON LUX
i found aural sanctuary in the dark minutes of the night. the year is ending, but aren't i still allowed to continue trudging on in this musical menagerie, picking the sounds that course well through my veins like crimson honey laced with euphoria? Yes I believe, I still own that right ( Read more... ) -
no where else
foreign landscapes cultivating propagated intelligence lead to unfamiliar disjointedness. pages filled with flashes of yellow, pink, orange; denoting potential tribulations.
i dont belong here. but i yearn academic fortification.
i don't belong here, but there's no where else to go but forward. -
on some days.
Life is.. hard ( Read more... ) -
also.
My hair is flying behind me. My feet are going to the pace of a drum and bass song. It has some clapping in it ( Read more... ) -
no more.
I don't want to be an adult anymore ( Read more... ) -
dreamscapes.
I guess I'm one of those that jump on bandwagons a little too late ( Read more... ) -
zilch
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It's been awhile now hasn't it.
When I complained about the prosaic nature of this routine I succumb to, life decided to throw me a curveball in my relationship.
But guess what.
I'm going to make it through. So in your face!
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What happened here. The weighing scale mocks me. But the creaks of the bed are still familiar sounds that enjoy me. I want to be bones. Bones on your bones. It's only natural. Paint my face and go into war.
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